" Did ya get any sleep last night?" Not really. I spent most of the night in this chair in case he needed sumpthin' durin' the night." Jane, ya have t... git some rest, too. Ya can't he'p John if ya're sick in bed cuz ya didn't git enough rest. Please arrange fer some of the women to take turns watchin' him so ya kin git the rest ya need." Ya're right, Bill. It's jus' that I'll feel guilty if I ain't right here an' he needs sumpthin'." Yeah, an' ya'll feel a lot more guilt if ya git sick an'. We had trouble figuring out a way into Shoosh's compound, since he had the area blanketed with a transporter dampening field. We finally selected ultra-light aircraft as our means of entry. There was nothing to learning to fly them; we had a computer-controlled flight and navigation system. We did spend a day getting used to the little dears, they were so much fun that we tended to forget why we were learning to fly them!Shoosh did not employ a security team, preferring to do it all, himself.. After a few minutes, he was vigorously fucking me over the desktop, my back leaning on the wall, my legs upwards and open, his muscled body between my thighs, the pressure of his hands on my hips to keep me steady. From that position, I could see his cock going outside and back inside. 'How can that huge dick fit inside my tight ass!?' I could only think.The heat in the cottage started to intensify, and we were soaking wet. Bryan moved me down the desk and turned me around. I leaned over as he. ‘The wine, it’s Italian, Bastion or something.’ She felt a hand gather a breast for a gentle weighing then a nipple squeezed. ‘Oh!’ ‘You all right?’ Jim asked. ‘Yes.’ She gasped, ‘Its cramp. I’m stretched awkwardly over the sofa,’ she moaned feeling Barry’s fingers exploring her body. ‘I hope you haven’t spilt wine on it,’ he grumbled. ‘No not wine.’ ‘What then?’ ‘Just some young mans sperm that’s all,’ she felt like saying. ‘I’ll have to go the cramps getting to me.’ ‘Just relax and let.